Authors Notes: - Meh… feh… nah… buh. That's pretty much what I'm feeling right now.

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I walked back into the occult shop and found that Ava wasn't alone. The woman standing in front of her looked wholesome and virginal. She had straw blond hair that was slightly wavy. Some of it was even pulled back from her face with a yellow bow that matched her flower print yellow dress and nails. Hanging from one of her arms was a straw basket with a yellow cloth draped over its contents. Despite her pleasant and innocent looks she had eyes like a wolf and made me feel suspicious. Cute little women shouldn't have eyes like that.

Behind her on the counter was a dark bottle with a thick liquid clinging to the inside. Around the mouth of the bottle was more of the liquid. It looked like blood. Ava was holding some paper towels covered with what was defiantly blood. She threw away the paper towels and retrieved more, wiping the last bit of blood off the glass counter.

"What's going on?" I asked, looking between the two very different women.

"Um, nothing." The new woman said pleasantly, smiling slightly, though it was strained.

"Can the act Corrigan, he's one of us." Ava announced, spraying some glass cleaner on the counter.

"Oh." She mumbled her smile fading. Her amber eyes looked me over and she frowned. "What are you?"

I glared at her and said nothing. Ava however answered for her: "He's sort of like my zombie."

"Is that what I am?" I asked her in annoyance.

"It's the best answer I've come up with." She shrugged. "Sorry but I looked through just about every book I have that relates to this topic and I didn't come up with much."

"He looks rather lively for a zombie." Corrigan said as she walked towards me. She paused in front of me and reached up, touching my cheek. I didn't stop her. Her hand was warm and she smelled like flowers, though not any that I could recognize.

"I'm not sure how or why, but he's undead and my power has something to do with it." Ava sighed and leaned against the counter. I noticed her wrist had been cut, but it looked partially healed.

I walked past Corrigan, who watched me curiously, and pointed towards the wound. "What happened?"

"Corry there needed a meal." Ava said staring past me with a blank expression. "So I provided her with what she needed."

"It's not like that." Corrigan protested angrily, stomping her foot.

I glanced back at her. "So what are you?"

"I'm… a faerie." She replied tentatively.

"That drinks blood?" I raised an eyebrow and she looked away in shame.

"I don't need it that often." She looked past me at Ava. "Thank you again, I should be going. I'll be late for work."

Corrigan nodded to me politely and quickly left. I didn't know much about faeries, hell when I thought faerie I pictured tiny women with butterfly wings, but drinking blood didn't seem like a normal thing for them to do.

"What does she do for a living?" I asked as I watched the door swing shut.

"She works at a local community center." Ava replied with a disinterested shrug. "I think she's just trying too hard to be little miss wholesome."

"Isn't it a little disturbing that she needs blood and works with kids?" I asked.

"I guess so… Anyway, how did your search go?" Ava asked, standing back up. She took a paper towel and folded it up, placing it over her wrist. Despite it being partially healed it was still bleeding but apparently only when she moved her hand.

"I think I died in that alley." I replied with a frown. "I'm not sure how but three people bled there, I suspect I was the third."

"I'll have to check it out later, maybe I can discover something." She walked into the back and came into the main part of the store. When she arrived at my side she said: "If something magical happened there, I should be able to piece it together."

"I also ran into Death." I announced.

Her eyes widened slightly and she stared at me in confusion. "What? You can't possibly mean Death himself?"

"He called himself Ankou and I believe him when he says that he's death." I rubbed my hand, which still felt strangely cold.

"What did he want?" She asked in concern. I was surprised that she would be worried at all, then again, maybe it was because I'm her zombie.

"He told me that he was going to make sure I died and stayed dead. He also said that he couldn't actually kill me himself but promised to find someone to do the dirty work for him." I shrugged.

"Joy." She sighed and looked around the store. "I wish I knew what happened."

"I'm the one who's a zombie." I said tersely.

"How do you think I feel knowing that I raised you!?" Ava suddenly yelled up at me. "It fucking scares me! I didn't intend to do it and I didn't even entertain the thought but somehow it still happened!"

"Just figure out how it happened and how to fix it." I told her pointing my finger in her face. "I don't really want to die but I don't really want to exist like this."

"It's not that easy. Raising the dead is almost simple and bringing them back to life is an entirely different matter. I'm not Jesus and you're not Lazarus." Ava snapped back.

"I want to at least find out why this happened and who I am before I die, for real this time."

She looked less upset when I said that. "Alright, I'll… see if I can find out who you were, it'll probably easier than finding out how this happened."

"That's a comfort." I grumbled.

"Just try to avoid Death." She said very seriously then frowned. "Ok, that just sounded odd but… Keep on your toes and watch out. I may not know Death personally or even how his mind works but having a force of nature after you can't be a good thing."

"I imagine he'll want to talk to you too." I said. "After all, you're the one who screwed with the natural order."

"On accident." She stressed.

"You still fucked with his job."

Ava rubbed her eyes and groaned loudly. "And I thought dealing with you would be hard. Now I have to worry about him?"

"I'm the one he's trying to kill, we don't even know if he even knows you exist." I shrugged, not wanting to get her too upset. She was after all the only person who was helping me.

"Gee was that your attempt to offer me comfort?" She asked with a slightly playful smile.

I shrugged again and stuck my hands in my coat pockets. "I'm the dead one here, leave the self pity to me."

"I guess you do have that market cornered." She laughed and walked into the backroom briefly. When she returned she had a purse hanging from her shoulder. "I'm going to hit the streets, you should do the same. Maybe you'll find something or someone that jogs your memory."

"I haven't yet." I complained bitterly.

"Try to be a little more optimistic." She suggested wearily, holding the door open for me.

I walked out and looked back at her as she locked the door. "It's kind of hard."

"Then try harder." Ava said glaring at me. "Remember your karma. You get what you send out."

"Karma?" I stared at her blankly.

She rolled her eyes. "It's the belief that if you do wrong, you get it returned to you. Some believe that it's doubled or tripled by the time it gets back to you. I just like the old fashioned belief. You fuck life and it fucks you back."

"Maybe your right." I mused. "Maybe this is happening because of something I've done."

Ava shrugged and walked past me, walking up the street. As she left she said: "It's a good theory but we won't know that until we find out who you are."

I watched her disappeared into the crowd and thought about karma. If what she said was right, then maybe I didn't want to know who I was. I didn't feel like much of a nice person, or doing anything nice. Maybe I was a sick bastard in my life. I looked down at my hands, almost expecting to see them stained with blood. Since my wakening, I'd already killed two people. That couldn't be good for my cosmic balance.

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